Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Works of the Most Admired Writers

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第 81 頁 There ' s a gladness of heart in all human things , The eye is bright and the voice
is sweet , Love is bathed in the deepest springs , Where the mortal ' s life and the
spirit ' s meet : : One happy song from the green earth swells , The voice of ...

第 84 頁 Or wert thou that sweet smiling youth ? Or that crown ' d matron sage , white -
robed Truth ? Or any other of that heav ' nly brood Let down in cloudy throne to
do the world some good ? Or wert thou of the golden - winged host , Who having
clad ...

第 170 頁 Whose simple tinklings swell , Sweet as soft music , on the straw - roof ' d shed ,
And bid the pious cottager prepare To keep the appointed rest , and seek the
house of pray ' r . How goodly ' tis to see The rustic family Duly along the church ...

第 391 頁 Oft have I wept at thoughts of her , and can ES DE But love those sweets that
rested on her breast , That nameless flower was there ; And thou , sweet - briar ,
too , Didst sigh thy odours where she rests her head . O stranger , waking
pensive ...

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第 89 頁 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

第 89 頁 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...

第 94 頁 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

第 179 頁 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.

第 257 頁 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.

第 377 頁 - God loves from whole to parts : but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next, and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th...

第 258 頁 - But he her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing: And, waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.

第 263 頁 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.

第 182 頁 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat...